On the second day of the wedding, Wei Shuquan and Mrs. Wei returned to their hometown on Ouyang Mo's private plane with their relatives, and those relatives completely changed their attitudes, praising Mrs. Wei for her good fortune and giving birth to a good daughter along the way.

Wei Muxi moved back to his room and chose to ignore Ouyang Mo. Ouyang Mo was really good to her, knowing that she liked to paint, so he specially asked people to vacate a room as a studio, often going in and out of auctions, auctioning beautiful jewelry at a high price and giving it to her. But every time Wei Muxi always said thank you and took it, and then turned around and put it in the drawer. As long as he was on a business trip, he would take half a day to carefully select gifts for her, but Ouyang Mo had never seen her use them once.

When Ouyang Mo wanted to talk to her, she always asked and answered, and she wouldn't even give him a superfluous expression. When he knew that he would not be able to enter her heart no matter what, he began to drink heavily with some self-defeat, and got drunk every day. Once he was drunk outside, the bodyguards helped him home, Wei Muxi passed by him, and she didn't look at him at all, which made Ouyang Mo very cold. He remembered Wei Muxi's gentle eyes when Murong Yan was drunk, and the gentle movements when taking care of Murong Yan, jealousy made him lose his mind and was about to go crazy.

"Stop!" He shouted at Wei Muxi's back.

Wei Muxi stopped, turned his back to him, he staggered towards her, and ordered to a room of maid bodyguards: "You all go out with me, no one is allowed to come in without my order." ”

The maid's bodyguards rushed out, and only the two of them were left in the huge living room.

Ouyang Mo walked in front of her and looked at Wei Muxi with an unwilling gaze.

"Wei Muxi, is it true that even if I die one day, you won't look at me? Or maybe you're cursing me in your heart to die soon? So you can get rid of me, I tell you, don't even think about it! Whether you live or die, you are my Ouyang Mo's person. ”

Compared to his anger, Wei Muxi seemed very calm, "I know." ”

Ouyang Mo's big hand pinched her chin, gritted his teeth and said, "What do you know?" You don't know anything, I pour out my heart and lungs to you, but what about you, you don't even bother to look at me, I really want to know, what is your heart made of? ”

"I told you before I got married, my heart is dead, I hope you don't regret it after marriage, and you should be mentally prepared enough to marry me, right?"

"Don't think I don't know, you only have one Murong Yan in your heart, and no one else can enter your heart, you think about him every day, right?"

"I didn't."

Ouyang Mo snorted coldly, his face became a little distorted because of anger, as soon as he grabbed Wei Muxi's hand, he pulled her to the studio, Wei Muxi's wrist was so painful by him, it seems that he is really angry, and he is not very angry, on weekdays, where is he willing to treat her like this?

The door of the studio was kicked open by Ouyang Mo, and in a pile of drawing paper, Ouyang Mo found the portrait, which was Murong Yan's head.

Ouyang Mo's hand holding the drawing paper was trembling, and he yelled at her: "Then you explain to me, what is this?" Didn't you say you didn't miss him? So why are you painting him? Tell me! ”

"Ouyang Mo, are you spying on me?"

"Yes and what? You are my wife, and I have the right to know what you are doing and what you want to do. ”